Chess Piece [On-Hold]

Gemma

Gemma's POV

"You should have told them the truth. You should have told them that I'm the one who doesn't want to have kids now, not you." He says with a displeased frown.

"Does it matter? They are just eager to have more grandchildren, that's all. I already explained to them that I'm not ready to have kids."

He sighs, "You don't have to do that."

"I know my parents better than you do. It will be better if I'm the one. Trust me, ok!"

He caresses my cheek with his thumb and says gently, "Look, I didn't say I don't trust you. I just... don't want you... *sigh* You have done enough for me, Gemma."

"Danson, I'm your wife. It's my duty to support whatever decision you make, to help you and to assist you. I know you don't want to have kids now, mainly because now is not the right time for us to start a family. I can understand that. Don't worry about me, ok. Just do what you need to do. I will be there whenever you need me." I lay my hand atop his and look at him with love, the love I'm feeling for him.

He let out a helpless breath, "Gemma..."

His phone rings before he can finish the sentence. He peels away from me and answers the phone.

"I'm Danson."

He listens attentively to the person on the other side of the line.

"Yes."

He glances at his watch, "Ok. I will be there in... about twenty minutes..."

He hangs up the phone and walks towards me with an apologetic look.

"Erm... Gemma..."

I interrupt, "I know. Just go. I will call Ben (driver) to drive me home. You have more important things to do. Don't worry about me, I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself. Go!"

He leans forward and wraps his arms around me and kisses me. It's slow, soft and gentle.

He ends the kiss and speaks softly, "Text me when you reach home, to let me know you have reached home safely. Be careful."

I nod. He pecks on my forehead and reminds me once again to text him when I reach home before walking away.

Danson, my husband, the man I love with my life. I met Danson on the scary night, an event held by the students. I was requested to dress as a ghost and ran around to scare other students.

It was fun, and I loved to mix around with other students, to get to know other students since I was a transfer student with a hidden identity. No one in the school knew who I was, which was why I went there in the first place. It was easier for me since I didn't attend those social dinners with my parents so basically not much people know me if I didn't use my family name.

I was sick and tired of people fearing me or be nice to me because of my family. I want to have friends, true friends who see me as who I am, not which family I am from.

I remember that night Danson was the only one who didn't flinch when I jumped out from nowhere. Cho who was beside him at that time even screamed. I'm not that type of girl who would give up easily, so I chased him around the school trying to scare him, but I failed, badly.

And for some reasons, he had been occupying my mind for one whole week since that scary night. I didn't get to see him much as I was a first-year music student and he was a third-year business student, but I kept thinking about him. I didn't spare much thought on the why question. I just thought that it was mainly because of my pride since he was the only one I failed to scare.

Then one night, I was invited by some classmates to have a drink in some pub near our campus. He was there alone drinking. He looked troubled and upset.

Being a nosy person, I approached him. He ignored me at first, no matter how many times I tried to engage him into a conversation. When I was about to give up and walked away, he started to talk.

Not sure whether he was too drunk, or he thought of me as someone whom he could trust, he started telling me about how his mother set up blind dates for him with some girls from wealthy family, about his brother and about the problems he was facing. He told me everything...

After hearing all those problems he was facing and seeing how troubled he was, on impulse, I told him my real identity, the identity I had been trying so hard to hide; and I even volunteered myself to be his girlfriend so that his mother would stop setting him up with some rich girls.

We had been 'dating' since that night and it had become some sort of a deal between us even though both of us didn't talk about it in details.

His mother was so pleased of her son dating a Varodom that she had stopped arranging blind dates for him. That was our first victory.

I like to help people and I was helping him as what a friend will do in that kind of situation, this is what I thought, but I was wrong. I wasn't doing it for him. I was doing it for myself and I didn't realise that I had fallen for him until it was too late.

By the time I noticed my feelings, it was too late for me to stop or rather say, I was too late to be stopped so I made myself believe all the stuffs that happened between us were real.

I know I was in fool's paradise. I know I was deceiving myself, but I rather to stay in a dream and have him than to wake up in reality and lose him.

It was the first time in my life I was so glad that I am a Varodom, that I have the ability to help him.

My best friend, Yihwa has been telling me what a stupid fool I am ever since she knew about the deal between Danson and me. Yeah, I know I'm a fool, but I have him...

Does he love me? I don't know. He never told me he loves me or how he feels for me. My guess is, maybe a little since we have been together for years and since he was willing to marry me.

If he doesn't have feelings for me, not even a little, he won't be with me for so many years or even married me, no matter how much I can help him, right?

I love him, and I will not leave him as long as he needs me. Maybe one day... when he doesn't need me anymore. I hope that day won't come though.

But if that day really comes, maybe... it will be the day... I wake up from the dream and face the reality... with no regret...

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